Some in Khaki, Standing proud
Line upon line in village and town
They straight-back march past watching crowd
To remember.
They all wear a flower, red as blood
And on their faces, a diamond tear
None question their cause - The Greater Good
Just remember
They get fewer each year - or so it should be
But wars go on the whole world over
And sadness takes a hold of me
As I remember
A memory, not from in my head,
A fragment of a passed down tale
From one who ran among the dead
And is remembered
If I could tell each one dealt that bitter blow
We loved them, death was not in vain
Perhaps true peace their souls could know.........
But they remember!
War and peace co-exist in every era in the history of the mankind. It is the muscle power and money power that rule the world today. There is no place for peace, even in temples, churches and mosques or in UNO, where they preach peace day in and day out.
A lovely picture of those brave men and women who fought so courageously for us. Lovely poem Lucy too. Sincerely Ernestine
MY first wife was a Lucy, cant hold that against you so i gave you ten Warm regards AJS
Its ashame you have to twist the 'know' to fit but the rest of the poem is very reverential.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful memoirs wonderfully penned. Thanks for sharing.10 points.